The beginning of the first week of February continued the theme of loss and remembrance. A bike ride through a former neighborhood underlined the sentimental tone. Riding along streets I had inhabited for over ten years still felt like second nature, yet the houses along those roads have changed dramatically: grown in size, altered in build, and increased in rent.

Moving through places once defined by familiar views felt fitting for the destination of this ride. What exists now only in memory becomes an integral part of one’s own story. It was a good ride. The fact that I still managed to row a 2 km equivalent after work feels good, too.

🚴🏽‍♂️ 5,600 m · 🚣🏽 2,014 m